Neon Echoes
The city of New Tokyo did not sleep; it flickered. A million neon veins pulsed with a frantic, synthetic energy, casting violet and cyan shadows over the rain-slicked chrome of the slums. High above, the spires of the Corporations pierced the smog, monuments to a god called Capital. In the depths of the network, within the encrypted corridors of a platform called 'The Lunar Pavilion,' lived...
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